And everyone gets to play, not just those with a working knowledge of wind shear or the physics that keep a helicopter in the air. This movie has more WTF moments in 86 minutes than Lost could pull off in 86 seasons. One is almost loath to point a finger at suspension of disbelief when it comes to a movie whose premise is sharks in tornadoes, but whatever level you plan to come in with is almost surely going to fall far short. I'm reluctant to suggest using your stereo's sound-leveling technology for fear your sound system will simply melt from the strain. How the sound editor managed to get to work on what had to be an acid-enhanced bender of epic proportions to warrant these results is beyond me. If you manage to close your eyes you are immediately taken in by the sound. It is so blatantly bad you are distracted from the more subtle inconsistencies like objects moving around, attire, wind, or quality of film from one cut to the next. The same scene moves from daylight to dusk, rain to sunshine, storm surge to quiet beach, with every single new camera angle. And yet Sharknado rises above mathematics to give us a film that is bad in every single possible way. A second look at Alien Apocalypse (which admittedly requires a masochistic nature to undertake) at least reveals passable cinematography and consistent lighting. The law of large numbers would seem to imply that in 86 minutes you'd have to get something right by accident, and yet this movie doesn't. Not because it is good or has a single redeeming factor, but because if Ed Wood set out intentionally with an unlimited budget to make the worst movie ever, he could not have made something this bad. While I give this one star, I strongly encourage everyone to see this movie.
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